“The humble were the elect of God. Did not the priests teach so, in their gemmed, kingly robes, from their towering pulpits?”

“The humble were the elect of God. Did not the priests teach so, in their gemmed, kingly robes, from their towering pulpits?”

“We all have our dreams. May we find them, and God have mercy on us when we do.”

“The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.”

“The Anne Rice books are a lot about infection. I read "Interview With the Vampire" a million times when I was in seventh and eighth grade. Also, [writing Gavriel's backstory] definitely came from those books: I sat down and reread them all and thought a lot about… the way in which vampirism is pushing away from humanity in interesting ways, and creating something new from humanity. I imprinted on those books pretty hard.Tanith Lee's "Sabella or the Blood Stone" was a big inspiration. I absolutely loved her books; when I was a kid, I wrote many bad Tanith Lee pastiches. Susie McKee Charnas' "The Vampire Tapestry." Poppy Z. Brite's "Lost Souls." Nancy Collins' "Sunglasses After Dark," which sounds like the most '80s title ever. It's about a vampire named Sonja Blue, and she goes around killing vampires. She's the only vampire who's half-alive. It's a really fun, blood-filled romp. It's very "Blade" before "Blade"--with a lady.”

“Maidens who stay maidens turn into saints. Old women become sorceresses. Tough jobs, both of these.”

“It was the forest’s fault. Those two handsome woodcutters. An evil place, the forest, everyone knew it, full of temptations and imps...”

“Men could not have too much. Ecstasy and vulnerability belonged in the same dish. The fear the cup would be snatched away was what gave the wine its savor and as Zhirem’s cup was sure, so was his joylessness… to die is a fear, but to live is a fear, also.”

“What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.”

“Azhrarn, Lord of Terrors, terrified.”

“Azhrarn the Beautiful," said Chuz lovingly, "it is your beautiful madness I have come to see.”

“and their days make no story for they were good and joyful and without event”